Catalyst
In the quiet of the forest
I can finally hear my voice
the visceral growl buried inside
of generations silenced
That's it
Blue. Red.
Left. Right.
Republican. Democrat.
Labels.
Categories.
Misnomers.
We are all
ONE
tied to the same fate.
This planet.
Zombies
Everywhere I go: zombies
attached to their screens
as they walk off the cliff
following the crowd
without pause, without
How to belong
We detached ourselves from the forest
and invented loneliness to pass the time.
All the crumbs we left on the